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The wells of man's true heart run deep -  with water clear - to 
Only he who knows their torrent - that now has been enclosed 
For years - and does no longer ebb and flow - except 
Through faded memories - and 
Tears .

No-one can know the heavy weight that stooping shoulders
Once had borne - that leave behind a footprint of regret - and 
Heartache - caused by selfish gain - where loves young bloom 
Is blighted now - by unrequited love or shame - or
Hidden thorn .

Like Lavender regaled in fields - as row on row - its beauty 
Fills the eyes - and raptures glow - encased in perfume - 
Heady -  ' til the senses reel - and passions raid the mind 
And drown the see-er in its sensuous appeal - as 
If entombed .

Such are the longings for those yester-days of musings - when
The sun would drive the clouded days away - yet now - with no 
Respect - as time continues on - with heavier step and aching 
Bones - reminders of a coming age - when youth and sight and 
Smell have faded - or 
Have gone .

Of these regrets - I care for none - nor choose to own them as
My own - but leave them in the deepest well - or shadowed tomb -
Where only memories can play - if they so will - but now and then -
I catch the scent of Lavender upon the air - and wonder briefly - as 
If  still there - I smile - before that 
Too is gone .


Life is too short to live in the past or in regrets ... so leave 
them in the past , and only let the fragrance of them 
touch your heart .

God bless you 

Stella ><


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